Friday, March 9, 2007

How do I say this nicely? Ok, I don't..."Man, you need to wrap it up!"

I don't want to hear about your religion anymore, I don't want to hear about your girlfriends anymore and I sure as hell don't want to hear that you've sperminated any more women! In fact, all I want to hear about is how you're preparing for another Super Bowl season.

So yeah, I joked about how "lucky" Bridget is that she's carrying your golden ticket. I think I take that back. I'm starting to think, my fair Brady, that you're kind of a dick. I thought you were responsible. I thought you were one of the "good guys" and while maybe you're not out there robbing banks or stealing purses from old ladies you are acting completely irresponsible.

I don't want to see you in the gossip magazines anymore, or on the pages of Perez Hilton or TMZ. From this point forward, the only way I want to see you is in a football uniform.

The thing is, your personal life is no ones business. However, my concern is how you score on the field, not off of it. I'm worried your extra-curricular activities are going to take you away from the task at hand. And these poor kids (hahaha, pun intended - ok, maybe not - they have hot, famous parents.) Their lives are going to be perfect, right? Hmph. Do you honestly plan to be a father to either one of these children? What if one is a girl and one is a boy? Are you going to mold one into the next generation of sports super-stardom and ignore the other? What if they're both girls? Ha. What if? Will you love them the way children need to be loved?

I hate to say I'm kind of disgusted by you. Let's just leave it at that.

Sincerely,Soxy Lady

P.S. - If there rumors turn out to be false, well we'll deal with that then.